The actor is sick, I have no medicine

Walking out of the bathroom with a basin of warm water, Lu Danggui wrung out the towels in the basin, and walked to the bloody person sitting in front of the sofa:

"Close your eyes."

The fingers resting on his knees were lifted up slightly, and Xing Xuan crossed his hands unnaturally, and closed his eyes obediently.

A warm towel was applied to his forehead, wiped his eyelids, and then went down the bridge of his nose, stopping at his bloody neckline.

The little doctor's hand was cooler than the temperature of the towel, and his wrist was close to the skin, as if he was away, but it didn't sweep away the sweltering heat of the summer night.

He was even more anxious.

After being wiped repeatedly on his face and neck several times like this, Xing Xuan opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a basin full of thick "bloody water" on the coffee table.The little doctor rolled up his sleeves, soaked his hands in the bloody water to wash the towel, his face remained unchanged.

"Wipe your face clean."

Holding the bright red liquid, he got up and walked to the bathroom. Lu Danggui looked ahead, not at the people sitting in the living room, "You still have it all over your body, go take a shower first."

Before entering the bathroom, he heard a low "hmm" from the man, then stood up from the sofa, followed his order, returned to the master bedroom, and turned on the water to take a shower.

Hearing the sound of running water coming from behind the shower curtain in the bedroom, Lu Danggui poured the bloody water into the toilet and flushed it away, stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, and stared up at himself in the mirror.

After wiping his face twice with his hands, he realized that the base of his ears had already turned red.

In the evening, when I saw Xing Xuan outside the shed, his mind became hot, and he kissed him without thinking.

It wasn't until sitting in the car home, seeing Xing Shi's deep eyes cast on him in the rearview mirror, and noticing that the person beside him was stiff and silent all the way, that he gradually realized what he had just done.

He kissed the madman.

In public, be proactive.

Just when he wanted to find a crack in the ground and get in immediately, he realized that Xing Xuan's reaction was completely unexpected.

He originally thought that people like Xing Xuan had a thick skin like a city wall and never cared about the eyes of outsiders.Regardless of one's own wishes, it's common to pull oneself to kiss him, and this time he should be willing to accept it.

Unexpectedly, from the meeting to the present, the surname Xing remained in a sluggish state throughout the whole process, as if he hadn't recovered from the state of shock at all.Just now, when I walked into the door of the apartment with the bloody wooden man, the doorman downstairs was shaking when he pressed the elevator door, and he was so frightened that he almost called the police.

He didn't know what Xing Xuan was thinking along the way.However, taking advantage of this person taking a bath, I happened to be able to sort out all the information I got from Deng Kexin these days, so I can ask him to clarify later.

After washing his hands, he returned to the sofa and sat down. Lu Danggui stared at the sparkling swimming pool outside the window, lost in thought alone.

The timeline of the whole incident has to be pushed back to five years ago, when the concert accident happened in Chengti.

To sum it up in one sentence, my younger sister wore a white dress to watch Xing Xuan's concert that day, but was targeted by the Lin family and asked Deng Kexin to dress up as her younger sister and set fire to the backstage of the concert.

Through the mouth of the girl surnamed Deng, he now roughly sorted out the plot of the Lin family.If through monitoring and investigation afterwards, it is found that there are two identically dressed figures in that area, it will greatly increase the difficulty of the investigation.

If the elevator platform that collapsed suddenly had to be connected with the whole incident, it was probably the work of the Lin family.

After all, Wen Fei is completely an outsider.If she just died at the scene like this, once the police confirm the identity of the deceased, the Lin family will be able to divert the whole incident to the outside world, and they will never be found.

After the accident, Xing Yu, who had been waiting at the scene for a long time, mistook his sister for Deng Kexin, and wanted to send her to the hospital before the ambulance was still stuck on the road and arrived at the city.After arriving at the hospital, Xing Yu realized that he had identified the wrong person.

What is certain at present is that the instigator of everything is the Lin family.

But there are still a few places, he has been thinking about it for a long time these two days, but he still hasn't figured it out.

For example, since Lin Xiangni has a marriage contract with Xing Xuan, and the relationship between the Xing Lin family is notoriously close in the upper circles of S City, why did she specially design to frame him?

What purpose did the Lin family want to achieve in the end by creating this accident?What are the benefits to them?

If it was just to ruin Xing Xuan's career as an artist, the price to pay would be too great.

That was the life of tens of millions of people in the entire venue. If the fans hadn't had time to evacuate and caused disastrous consequences, no one could escape the responsibility.

And the most important and most crucial point.

During the confrontation with Xing Jingshan that day, I heard Xing Xun questioning his father, asking him what the deal with the Lin family was.

That is to say, the criminal second son of the Xing family and his perverted father both reached a deal with the Lin family.The content and bargaining chips of the transaction may be different, but the final target is Xing Xuan who held a concert at Chengti that day.

Are these people crazy? ?

Why do you treat your own son, brother and fiancé like this? !

Moreover, knowing how much Xing Xuan cares about his fans, he even hesitates to involve his fans.

He knew that Xing Xuan must know part of the inside story of the accident.But I don't know if it was due to the disease or some other reason, this person never mentioned a word to himself.

Pulling back the shower curtain, fastening the belt of the bathrobe, Xing Xuan returned to the living room, and found that the little doctor was sitting alone in front of the sofa, frowning tightly, with a look of loss on his face.

The rabbit's ears drooped down again, completely unable to see the arrogance of kissing him.

Walking behind the little doctor without making a sound, he slowly bent down and rubbed his side neck with his fingertips: "Baby?"

Startled by himself suddenly appearing behind him, the little doctor turned his head suddenly, his upper and lower lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something to himself.

Thinking that Lu Danggui had blown his hair again, Xing Xuan Youyou straightened up, sat down on the other side of the sofa, and waited to be scolded as usual.

"Xing Xun," Lu Danggui stared at the man who had just taken a shower with a loose bathrobe on his body and damp hair, Lu Danggui had a serious face, "That day in front of Director Xing, he asked about the matter of the Lin family. What did I say to you at the end?"

The expression on Xing Xuan's face froze for a moment, he didn't expect that the little doctor would ask himself this question.

After a while, he leaned on the sofa and slowly uttered a few words: "1767."

Thinking that he didn't hear clearly, Lu Danggui blurted out subconsciously: "What?"

"Four numbers."

Xing Xuan repeated what he said just now, his tone was a little weak, "1767, he told me four numbers."

"..."

Lu Danggui suddenly felt a little speechless.

He thought that Xing Jingshan must have said something very important to Xing Xuan before he died, and Xing Xuan had kept it a secret from him for some reason.

Didn't expect Xing Jingshan to leave only a few numbers in the end? ?

"One seven six seven... what does this mean?"

Lu Danggui then asked, "Bank card? Room number? Password for the safe?"

If it wasn't very important, Xing Jingshan would definitely not have tried his best to tell Xing Xuan this information when he had his last breath left.

Hearing the little doctor's continuous speculation, Xing Xuan's eyes darkened slightly.

He raised his head and looked frankly at the person sitting on the other side of the sofa: "I don't know."

"During this period of time, I have been asking Xing Shi to investigate, but they have not found anything related to these numbers." He said, "Wanhai, Xingzhai, and Xingjingshan's private safe, All of them have been checked by the inspection agency. If there is anything strange, they have already found out."

Lu Danggui: "..."

That is to say, everything related to Xing Jingshan has nothing to do with these numbers.

"strangeness……"

Seeing the little doctor frowning, Xing Xuan seemed to be lost in thought, "At that time, there was no one else at the scene except me. Since he said it so cryptically and didn't directly make it clear, could it be because only you know the meaning behind it?" , does no one else know?"

Seeing Lu Danggui's mouth shape, Xing Xuan shook his head, and said in a calm and determined tone:

"It's not my birthday, and it's not my mother's birthday—"

As if thinking of something suddenly, Xing Xuan suddenly stopped talking.

He narrowed his eyes, and his eyes gradually became cold and sharp.

The little doctor was not aware of his abnormality, still hugging the sofa pillow, sitting there and analyzing it as if something happened: "Think about it again, is there anything, or any important information, Xing Jingshan has talked to you more than once before?" I mentioned it, or reminded you to pay attention, but then suddenly disappeared, maybe it was hidden by him, maybe it was put somewhere by him, just waiting—"

"Have."

Xing Xuan raised his head and interrupted him abruptly.

The little doctor reminded him of a very important piece of information that he had been ignoring.

For so many years, the only bond between him and Xing Jingshan was Xing Jingshan's first wife, his biological mother, Yuan Mei.

He remembered that he was still very young at that time, and his mother had just passed away.I don't know when, there was a small box made of sandalwood on my father's desk.

Every once in a while, the father would call himself into the study, hold the little boy who had begun to reject him on his lap, point to the small black box on the table, and say to himself:

【Ah, when you grow up, I will tell you how to meet your mother. 】

Since the accident at the concert, he was taken back to Xing's house again, and the small box in the study has disappeared since then.

1.

four digits.

He remembered.

There are exactly four locks on the small black box.

--

As the night deepened, the city under my feet fell into a deep sleep.

Lights scattered along the long street, but the empty rooms were shrouded in darkness.Only the moonlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows and sprinkles on the naked body in front of him, making his skin more and more white and flawless.

Xing Xuan never knew that the person who was loved could be so beautiful.

The little doctor is the most beautiful person he has ever seen in this world.

"Baby……"

Leaning against the bed, carefully copying the eyebrows and eyes of the person in front of him with his eyes, Xing Xuan raised his sweaty neck slightly, and sighed in satisfaction, "...you are so beautiful."

"..."

Arms wrapped around his neck, forehead pressed against his chest.The person on the body resisted not to make a sound, but just let out a low "huh", sweat dripping down his back.

A faint blush stained the face of the person in front of him, and the shy person was forced to have nowhere to escape, unable to shrink back, and could only straighten his waist.

It was just an ordinary night.

When he took off his bathrobe, got into the quilt and was about to embrace the little doctor to fall asleep, the back of the person whose back was turned to him stiffened, and then slowly turned around, looking at him quietly in the dim moonlight.

The man asked softly: "Xing Xuan, can I touch the scar on your back?"

Turning sideways, he rested his head with his hands, and let the little doctor stroke his back with his palms. His fingertips slowly moved down along the scar, and landed on the star tattoo on the tailbone.

"...Why do you have this tattoo?"

He heard the little doctor speak hoarsely in the dark, "Is there any special meaning?"

Grabbing the little doctor's hand, Xing Xuan turned over and pressed the little doctor's palm to his heart.

Outlining the little doctor's brows and eyes in the dim moonlight, he gently squeezed his five fingers together, and squeezed the little doctor's sweaty palm even tighter.

"My nickname is Xingxing."

He lowered his head and gently kissed the little doctor's warm fingertips: "When my mother was young, she always called me Little Xingxing."

"She said everyone loves little stars."

"After my debut, fans often call me that." Let go of the hand of the person in his arms, Xing Xuan hugged the little doctor in his arms, and his eyes fell on the huge glass window behind him, "Because I told them that when a star When crossing the night sky, all the wishes they made will surely come true."

"..."

Lu Danggui has this sentence in his memory.

In the concert video reposted by my sister on Weibo, this man held up the microphone like this, swearing to the fans in the audience that he would accompany them to the end.

Even now, even though his spine was almost broken and his personality was destroyed, this person is still yearning for freedom.

He is trying his best to fulfill every word he has ever said, and wants to take another step back and get closer to the sea of ​​people.

"Baby." The person behind gradually approached his ear, and the warm breath touched the back of his neck, "Actually, I also have a wish."

Xing Xuan paused, and said, "Lu Danggui, I want you."

Lu Danggui couldn't remember exactly when everything started to get out of hand.

He only remembered that after listening to what Xing Xuan said, he took the initiative first.

The surrounding time gradually stopped flowing, only the swimming pool outside the window was rippling under the moonlight.Unloading everything in the kiss, he was hugged by the man on his lap and pinched his chin with his hands.

The body trembled for a while, and the lunatic forced him to look at himself in the mirror beside the bed.

Love and love are destined to be inseparable.

And at that moment, they only had eyes for each other.

--

The phone on the bedside table vibrated, and the sound of screeching chickens began to echo in the empty master bedroom.

Waking up from sleep, staring at the round chandelier on the ceiling for a while, Lu Danggui blinked slowly, numbly aware of his situation.

He didn't drink alcohol last night, and he didn't go to the top, why did things develop to that point?

Sitting up with the edge of the bed, he couldn't help but let out a soft "hiss", only to feel that his throat was very hoarse, and his body was so sore from neck to lower back.

Sure enough, he is still old. When he was in his 20s, a lunatic surnamed Xing drugged himself and fiddled with it all night. The next day, he would not be like this.

Xing Xuan didn't know where he went so early in the morning, he was the only one in the apartment.

Slowly turning over and getting out of bed, stepping on the slippers placed at the corner of the bed, Lu Danggui found a small note under the desk lamp.

Reaching out to pick up the note, he saw that there was only a short sentence written on it:

[Eat braised noodles at noon. P: Auntie has prepared the ingredients. 】

Eat a fart!

Lu Danggui was furious.

What do you want to eat? Make it yourself. You know that you are a professional in dark cooking, but you really think of yourself as his little wife at home?

Realizing that the words "little wife" appeared in his mind, Lu Danggui froze for a moment, then crumpled the note into a ball, pointed it at the trash can at the door of the bedroom, and threw a perfect parabola in the air.

After lying comfortably in the bathtub and taking a shower afterwards, he put on his bathrobe and walked out of the bedroom, only to find that it was nearly eleven o'clock at noon.

Leaning in front of the sofa, he played with his mobile phone in every possible way, and then replied to the work news sent by several interns under his command. Lu Danggui struggled in his heart for a while, but got up to get a glass of water, and walked towards the kitchen while drinking.

Forget it, it's finally his turn to have a weekend off duty, so it's a reward for the madman to go out to work for the first time this week.

He took out the ingredients bought by his aunt in the refrigerator, cut up some vegetables and tomatoes as seasonings, and threw a bunch of messy things into the pot. He barely supported himself and stewed a pot of noodles.

As soon as he brought the two plates into the restaurant, Lu Danggui heard the sound of fingerprint unlocking from outside the door.

When he came back from the outside, he saw the little doctor standing in the living room wearing an apron.Xing Xuan changed into slippers at the gate, carried the cloth bag in his hand, and walked straight into the restaurant: "Are you awake?"

Passing the chopsticks to the person opposite, Lu Danggui remembered everything that happened to the two of them last night, and the expression on his face was vaguely complicated.

Completely ignoring the little doctor's gaze staring at him fiercely, Xing Xuan gracefully opened the dining chair and sat down at the dining table.

Picking out a piece of raw beef that was obviously undercooked from the bowl, he hesitated for half a second, then put it in his mouth silently, lowered his head and began to chew slowly.

Stirring in the bowl with chopsticks for a long time, Lu Danggui realized in despair that he had failed to cook again.

Seeing that the person sitting opposite was still eating the noodles he made slowly, he coughed twice, and couldn't help but want to find a topic to divert that person's attention from the dark cooking:

"...Where did you go this morning?"

Putting down the chopsticks, Xing Xuan wiped his mouth with a napkin: "The funeral parlor."

Lu Danggui's eyelids twitched: "What are you doing at the funeral parlor?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Xing Xuan bent down to pick up the cloth bag on the ground, and took out a black sandalwood box from the bag.

Putting the black wooden box on the dining table and placing it in front of the dark dishes he made, Xing Xuan said lightly:

"Find my mother's ashes."

The author has something to say: I don’t know what I wrote in the subtitle, enjoy eating∠(??」∠)＿

感谢在2021-07-1208:31:16~2021-07-1308:39:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 of Nomi Noya;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 100 bottles of leilei; 1 bottle of Lin Youpu and Chu Ciba;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!